Friday Confessions.

I had such big plans for this week, and then it all just kind of slipped away in a low-grade tummy bug that had E and me kind of lazy and ‘ehn’ about everything. As a result:

1) I didn’t get the new soil into the garden.

2) I didn’t call the friend I promised I would. Even though I know that she really misses me and would like to connect.

3) I skipped tutoring Wednesday night and my daytime students Thursday morning. I probably should have gone to the Thursday students, but I woke up and my stomach was still sore, and I am a big, pantsy wimp. But then, last night, I felt well enough to go belly dancing, so I feel slightly hypocritical.

Whatever. I have almost decided what seeds to plant in my garden. I hope I can keep the blackberries out.

Anyone else want to confess?

9 Comments to “Friday Confessions.”

  1. By Arwen, January 18, 2008 @ 5:13 pm

    By the end of my skytrain experience, where I got off and waited one skytrain due to aggro people who requested me to leave because of my stroller (also in hopes of a less sardined train, because seriously I don’t usually take the big stroller on busy trains), and overhearing another stroller-enabled woman get scolded (at 2:30pm FROMe burbs to downtown? Whattup?), and then being told by another person to not go around his cluster of people on the outside of the crosswalk when he and his didn’t move to make room for me, well – well, after all that, I was frazzled enough that when I drove over someone’s foot in an overcorrection to try to Minimize Myself, I didn’t care. I thought, yeah, buddy? Suck it up.

    Even though buddy didn’t do anything.

    I still don’t care.

    I am right now mentally driving my stroller over the feet of everybody who was downtown at 2:45, because I was racing to get Rip from school, and everyone was being about as helpful as a paper-cut. I’m tired of being mature about it. No one hissed at buddy who was taking two seats airing his balls, no. They picked on the ones who looked unlikely to shiv them. Like me and the other stroller lady. Well, you know what?

    The strollers are coming for you. That’s right.

  2. By Beth, January 18, 2008 @ 7:03 pm

    I confess that I was stupid with my back and managed to injure it again and have spent another week not going to the gym because I am afraid of reinjuring it since that’s where I did it. I am pissed at my back and pissed at myself for not learning at this point in my life how to avoid this.
    And I’m pissed at people who can’t show some respect to other people who are just trying to do what they need to do. I get pissed at people in general who have no manners.
    I confess that I am feeling decidedly pissed today.

  3. By Deb, January 18, 2008 @ 7:32 pm

    1) I got drunk last night, and am currently hungover. I undoubtedly will be drunk tomorrow at my birthday party, and feel shame that I really am getting too old for this shit, right? My twenties are over and have been for a while. I WILL do yoga tomorrow and eat fruit and that will make everything O.K!
    2) I have mentally rolled my eyes at folks with large strollers on busses and skytrains taking up lots of room, then have felt shame and berated myself for being a dick. Now I feel greater shame and anger at people who were TOTAL DICKS to MY friend. ASKED YOU TO GET OFF? What the fuh? What makes their(my?) space more important?
    This is a sign that me need more busses, more trains, more options. Our Canadian ‘need for space’ is not adapting well to the different modes of transit that are bursting at the seams. Taken a Main St. bus lately? I’m not a fan of uninvited crotches pressed in my face.
    Sorry…went off on a tangent there. Must be the hangover talking.

  4. By Liz, January 18, 2008 @ 9:20 pm

    Arwen, I haven’t a stroller, but I am mentally stamping on the feet of rude people. Start shivving. I’ll make you one out of a pen or something.

    Beth, I’m sorry about your back. It’s easy to forget that we’re fragile creatures.

    Deb, NO ONE is a fan of uninvited crotches. Well, that I know of, anyhow.

  5. By sarah, January 19, 2008 @ 9:24 am

    I confess that I did not post a new entry to my blog all week, but coasted on the fact that I announced Dramatic News on Monday. Bad, Lazy, Bumpy Girl.

  6. By cheesefairy, January 19, 2008 @ 1:58 pm

    That behavior is deplorable, Arwen. I can’t believe that people are really such assholes. No, I really can’t, even though I hate most of them all the time. No one gets to tell anyone who is not abusing another person to get off the train or how to walk down the street. For fuck’s sake.

    1. As for me? I am kind of appalled at how much fat and salt I have consumed in the last three days. Hot dog and fries for lunch? Check! Pizza for dinner? Check! PIZZA HUT pizza? THE SAME DAY as the hot dog and fries? Oh check and check. No wonder I woke up every 45 minutes all last night feeling like I had my tongue stuck to a strip of hot sandpaper.

    2. A few simple stretches would make my back – and whole body – hurt less. But I would rather slouch on the couch, thanks.

    3. It is slushy and disgusting outside and my rubber boots have a leak, so my son is going to watch his favourite DVD all afternoon.

  7. By rachel, January 20, 2008 @ 7:57 am

    I haven’t blogged since Thursday. It’s absurd, but I feel like I’ve got nothing to say. My boy is sapping all my wit, or something. Duhr huhr huhr.

  8. By stephanie, January 21, 2008 @ 10:58 am

    I spent WAY too much money in Vegas.

  9. By Liz, January 21, 2008 @ 12:11 pm

    Rachel, children do that.

    Stephanie, ouch.

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